Lessons with Stepdad

Satira raised a curious brow and smirked when Naiche mentioned having a high rank gave him the ability to work when he wanted, and that there were somethings more important than work. That she could agree with. All Tira really wanted to do was play and hang out with other wolves all the time. Between her and her brother, she was the social butterfly of them. She craved the attention of others and was happiest when she wasn't alone, so the simple joy of Naiche coming to join and talk to her was already brightening up her day. She was already mentally planning to make it a goal to get to a high rank in the pack as well, if for no other reason than she could boss other wolves around and do whatever she wanted. Maybe she'd be the Reaper one day too, just like her mom!

Little Tira lifted her head to gaze up at Naiche with big blue eyes when he stood up, still towering over her despite his shorter stature. He asked what she would be doing right now if she could be doing anything, and in all honesty, she had no idea how to answer him. Satira had spent all day sulking, she hadn't really considered what she'd do if she was given carte blanche. "Uhhh..." Satira looked away, eyes darting about while she tried to think of an answer. Something came to mind and she looked back up at the golden man with an eager smile. "Oh! Could you teach me how to fight better? Then maybe I can pin Arc the next time he tries to pounce on me!"

Her obnoxious big brother had a penchant for pouncing her, especially when she was sleeping, and using his larger size and weight to his advantage. It was so irritating, but if Naiche could teach her how to fend for herself, maybe he'd think twice the next time he decided to interrupt her naps.

"Satira Fatalis"